Building my life after the devastating effects of Necrotizing Fasciitis
(The Flesh Eating Bacteria)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

on my way to the ER

Yesterday and today the pain in my lower right side/ back got worse, and I feel flu-y. I went to the doctor today and she suggested a CT. The fastest way to get a CT is in the ER. Otherwise one may have to wait a few weeks. So I am going to the ER now. Very, very unpleased about this.

About me and the blog

This blog is about the hard stuff that has happened to me since I got sick... very sick, in 2007. When you read it, please know also that there is lots and lots of GOOD, amazing, miraculous things in my life. I need this blog, however, to get out the hard stuff.
That hard stuff started out with a simple run-of-the-mill surgical procedure to fix a small hernia I had. I was completely healthy before that. Four days after the operation, I was readmitted to the hospital in tremendous pain. Nobody knew what was wrong, some nurses didn't even believe my pain was that bad. Tests were done, nothing was noticed. A few days later I was taken in for an exploratory surgery to see if the source of the problem could be identified.
The next thing I knew after going under for the exploratory surgery was that I woke up many days later, from a coma, completely unable to move my body or communicate.
I slowly learned that I almost died from the “flesh eating bacteria”, Necrotizing Fasciitis. I had suffered tremendous bodily damage, but survived.
From that point on, my life has been taken over by medical problems, more diseases, many more surgeries and so much pain.
When asked what I do, I say I am no longer able to work, but I am an orchestra musician, I play french horn, and I am a birth doula. Since 2008, however, I have not been able to work.
I am blessed to be able to raise my four beautiful children and continue life with my loving husband, Robert. That is indeed my life's work. When I got sick, I was 39, and my kids ranged in age from 1 + ½ to 7. It has been an amazing, tremendously difficult journey we have all been on. I invite you to randomly read blog entries from this blog, as well as the CaringBridge blog, which can be found on a button under this write-up.
I appreciate all your letters and feedback either personally or on my blog. The support and encouragement I feel from my readers is the fuel for my writing. I thank you for joining my journey!

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People, Places & Things

Robert= husband, friend, anchor, ezer k'negdo.

Dov= oldest child, boy variety

Ya'akov= 2nd child, also boy variety

Shifra= 3rd child, girl variety

Azriel (Wazi)= 4th child, again, boy variety

Emma= my dog. We adopted her while she was pregnant (how else does a dog get to Sarah?), she had her 7 puppies here in our garden, we raised them for 3 months, and then one-by-one gave them away to new homes. We have Emma with us now, a dearly beloved part of our family.

Gapey= the large (26cm x 13cm, or 11in. x 6in.) wound on my left upper thigh/lower belly/groin after the debridement surgery took out all skin layers, parts of muscle & ligament

Scrapey= the other wound; the area all around my right thigh where the skin was taken in rectangular patches for the graft which was used to close gapey.

Shapey= the odd shape on my left outer thigh which was caused by the cellulitis infection (March 2008). It is still damaged looking, and remains sore to the touch